Taking the warehouse

On Fang Xing's right arm, a very noticeable anchor pattern stood out. Fang Xing’s eyes narrowed, and he took a bite out of it.,"How come the ice here hasn't melted yet" Fang Xing felt very surprised, and then went to another warehouse. This one stored rice, and it was Thai fragrant rice.,"This can't be an illusion, can it" Fang Xing bit down on the anchor again without hesitation.。